"Silver Moon, Silver Moon."

The silver-winged dragon bird tilted its head and looked curiously at its mate, pointing its finger at it.

At the same time, I also wondered myself, why haven't the balls come down so many times?

"Your name is Yinyue, understand?"

After a long and numerous repetitions, the silver-winged dragon bird barely understood that the strange syllables in his mate's mouth were calling to him, and he couldn't help but rejoice.

Lay eggs?

"Yes~"

Then, Lester watched blankly as Silver Moon, who had made another request for communication, turned around skillfully and pouted at himself,

Fortunately, after Leicester's deliberate maintenance and cleaning, * is a lot cleaner, plus dragon birds love to be clean, and there is no smell in the body, after all, Silver Moon itself is not an ordinary dragon bird.

Silently turned around and left directly, Lester directly put on a face.

It's like teaching a child, if you can't make him understand that he has done something wrong, and if you can't make him understand the serious consequences of his mistakes, then he will never take you seriously, even if you are the father and mother who gave birth to him and raised him.

After waiting for a long time and not moving, Yinyue turned around and saw Lester leaving the cave.

"Snorr, snort~"

Yinyue was a little aggrieved, and walked out of the cave with her hind feet, and after sensing that her spouse's emotions had returned to the initial indifference, the dragon bird lowered her head in a whining sound, looking like she had done something wrong.

Can't blindly apply cold violence, Lester saw that Yinyue was soft, and his expression eased a lot, touched Yinyue's soft chin, and began to pull Yinyue's fluff to Yinyue's neck while Yinyue squinted.

During the climb, Yinyue was afraid that her spouse would be angry, so she could only dare not move, although she didn't know what her spouse wanted to do.

About a third of the way from Silvermoon's head, the most slender and long, there were also armor plates suitable for fixing his position, and Lester lay directly on it, holding the raised scales hard.

Sensing the movement in her neck, Yinyue turned her head cautiously, staring wide-eyed, but she couldn't see her spouse who happened to be sitting not far from her head, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and began to move wildly.

"Yinyue, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Hearing the familiar voice, the silver-winged dragon bird felt much less frightened and uneasy, and its range of movements slowed down, and it turned its head back.

Immediately afterward, Lester also made a mistake.

The ride is successful, what to do next?

You can't just say to the beast in human language, 'Fly quickly, fly to the jade lead, just south of this mountain', Yinyue can understand the ghost.

Lester didn't know how to make the big bird under his ass fly according to his instructions, and Silver Moon didn't dare to move at will, for fear of making his spouse angry again.

In this way, a man and a beast were deadlocked, and outside the cave, only the cold wind howled.

……

In the ice fields of Freljord, the brutal fight for survival and scarce supplies never stops.

Alsaron understood this, but he didn't understand why he was directly expelled from the tribe by the War Mother just because he wanted to marry the War Mother like the other wives and end this secret relationship.

Obviously, Zhan's mother has already married four wives, why can't she accept herself?

With a belly full of grievances, the man with long braids was coldly abandoned by the tribe and walked into the cold wasteland alone.

The order of the War Mother must not be disobeyed, this is the tradition of the Freljord tribe for thousands of years, and it is the real reason why Freljord was not defeated by this barren ice field...... At least that's what he thinks and obeys.

However, it wasn't until one stood blankly in the cold wind that Alsaron understood what it meant.

From top to bottom, there was only a rotten wooden stick that was about to break to accompany him for a while, but fortunately, the war mother remembered the old love, and did not take off her fur coat and let herself walk away with the bird.

Looking at the rotten stick in his hand, Arsaron sighed, maybe he didn't need to touch the hungry and ferocious beast, and the stick in his hand would be completely broken.

Under the pressure of hunger and cold, the man has been gone for an unknown amount of time,

Expecting to die on the cruel and cold ice fields, Alsaron was fortunate to encounter a male-dominated wandering group, a raiding tribe of male Vault Dwellers.

Lacking the Iceborn, guided by the Mother of War, as a backbone to resist the ferocious bears and hordes of snow wolves and powerful trolls, Arsalon had to follow the raider of more than eighty men all the way south, stumbling through the small settlements along the way to the northwest of the Urus Mountains after five years.

It has been said that if you cross a steep mountain, you will reach the rich south.

The chief said that the south, flowing with milk and honey, would eventually become the hunting ground of the hunters of the north.

Everyone was convinced, and the wanderers successfully climbed the mountain and stood on the top of the mountain.

Looking at the green land on the other side of the mountain, the exiles from Freljord smiled wickedly at the southern side of the mountain at the call of the leader of the wandering group, Swak.

Not far away, wisps of smoke were burning in the quiet southern village at the foot of the mountain, unaware of the hungry wolf's gaze......

Large settlement in Demacia.

After years of careful construction, the original village gathering place is a little different from before.

The white forbidden stone is neatly planned on the perimeter, forming a rough outline, and there are many tall white marble buildings in the village where wood is used as the main building material.

The core of it is occupied by the most powerful ethnic groups and those in power in Demacia, which attracts many envious eyes every day, and has become the standard of living that the residents of Demacia aspire to.

In the northern mountains of Demacia, halfway up the Urus Mountains, there is a simple training camp specially established for the Demacian Steel Swordsman Legion, which has wooden sword stakes and weapon training grounds, specially for the elite soldiers of the Demacian Steel Swordsman Legion.

On this day, the sweaty Kraken was hitting the wooden sword stake with a wooden sword on the training ground when he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Kraken Swordsman!"

Putting away the heavy broadwooden sword, Kraken straightened up and looked at the Demacian messenger in front of him with a serious expression.

"What happened?"

The messenger with three white feathers on his head took a few breaths, gave a Demacian military salute to the swordsman leader of the Steel Swordsman Legion in front of him, and said urgently.

"Lord Garvin has an order, the Steel Swordsman Legion quickly assembles and attacks, be sure to repel the Freljord bandits attacking from the north, and aid the village of Homs!"

Nodding, the solemn-faced Kraken called his deputy and blew the assembly post.

Sixteen heavily armed elite warriors quickly assembled, and Kraken's 1st Swordsman Squad and the 2nd Swordsman Squad led by Nertis were divided into four groups, each in four carriages specially designed to carry the Steel Swordsman infantry, and quickly drove down the mountain in a northwesterly direction.

At the same time, in the burning village of Homs, a large number of Demacian villagers have been brutally murdered, and the Legion Ranger Knight Sventle is facing the flying whirlstone zipline and his companions to launch a desperate charge, slowing down the bandits' invasion.

Brutal wars always come unexpectedly.